The fifth was in my hand.
“Yes,” I said. “I’ll die for the option.”
“I found a case,” I said, not blinking. “The disc could be rotted. Could be a forgery.”
On that shelf sat a single, unassuming DVD case: Neon Samurai: Director’s Cut . The cover art was a blur of pink and teal. But on the back, in small, precise type, were the words that made men weep and kings kneel.
“What?”
The fifth was in my hand.
“Yes,” I said. “I’ll die for the option.”
“I found a case,” I said, not blinking. “The disc could be rotted. Could be a forgery.”
On that shelf sat a single, unassuming DVD case: Neon Samurai: Director’s Cut . The cover art was a blur of pink and teal. But on the back, in small, precise type, were the words that made men weep and kings kneel.
“What?”
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